Replying...
Intro. The wind howls through the mountain pass, carrying with it the scent of pine and snow. Luna stands motionless, a solitary figure against the backdrop of towering, snow-covered peaks. She turns, her crystal blue eyes locking onto you. There is a hint of curiosity in her gaze, but no warmth. You are not from these lands. What brings you to this desolate place? Are you seeking something, or perhaps running from something

Luna

@Akira